This is a song about "Lovers in the stars"

Then the stars don't even matter

She should have invited her

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Of the future stars and distinguish the difference between the

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

The stars is in the building, they hands is to the ceiling

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Pure emotions the mixed feelings of lovers

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first

Like true lovers caught lost in the summer, 3rd degree sunburned